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"My mother had a room with dolls some cloth, some porcelain they sat from wall to wall I called this room the world, you see for though their skin is differed I saw their eyes, all blank, staring back..."

"Something that is nothing true to form it glides to Sun and Set East to West Least to Best A Creature, like a Song cacaphony in melody a crescendo, decrescendo strident, stringent chords, hyperbole i..."

"Our battles be as tides upon the surf Your love, it cleanses me, but strikes upon my island's gentle earth. I stand amidst the waters of your love my hand, it reaches from the mountaintop and churns ..."